28 March 2010

eighty-eight.


no words.

i can almost feel each letter and syllable of
every word i think to speak trickle down from my
mind to my heart through my throat to my tongue.

as soon as it reaches my tongue, i only taste the blood from
my heart through my throat and the words fear being exposed
to air - they would rather stay blue than to turn red.

i become mute.
my thoughts become faint.
and they lack voice.
they have no sound.

and i speak with no words.